The stench is stinking, and the walls are clear.

Tiny panes leaked in a faint ray of moonlight.

The scholar sat up from the haystack in a state of confusion and shook his head as if to get rid of a nightmare. Reaching out and touching the back of his head, a huge lump was swollen, and it hurt hotly when he touched it.

Looking around, the iron fan that he never left was no longer around.

"Don't be busy, save some effort. A flat voice came from the corner.

Looking up, there were two iron fences between the place where the voice came from and him, and the scholar could only vaguely discern the outline in the dark. Wang Hong was still dressed as a merchant from the Western Regions, with a gloomy face, sitting cross-legged in the shadows. It's just that the saber he carried with him is also missing at the moment. He didn't move, making the scholar wonder if every swordsman who came out of the Chu family was a little cold, more or less contaminated with Chu Tao's indifference. Outside the fence, a zigzag corridor stretches somewhere.

"Where is this, and who did it?" the scholar asked, choosing a more comfortable sitting position.

Wang Hong smiled wryly: "The scholar knows everything, but he doesn't know that Yan Hong of Ning Xiang Pavilion is from Tianyuemen?"

Tianyue Gate, Tang Yao's territory in the Beacon Fire Ridge. The scholar looked up at the smooth stone walls on all sides, and guessed that he must be in the stone prison of Tianyue Gate. Once you fall into this, it is really called that the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual, and I really don't know when and what month you have to get out. I have vaguely heard that in the land of Stone Hell, there are many people who are persecuted to death, and there are many heroes and heroes who strayed into the Beacon Fire Ridge.

"I know," said the scholar, "but she's long since left the Tianyue Gate—that's what she said." ”

"A woman's words, or a woman's words, how many of them are credible?" Wang Hong raised his eyes and looked at the scholar with a look of an elder looking at a younger generation - a young man who is not deeply involved in the world is the easiest to be a woman, and the subtext is like this.

But I believed. The scholar said seriously, "She is by no means an ordinary woman. ”

Wang Hong smiled even more strangely: "It is not ordinary to be able to unite with Chu Tiankuo to trap us here. I've been locked up in the dungeon of Tianyue Gate, and I still don't give up?"

"Impossible!" the scholar's face was already angry.

Like a dull echo, a low, hoarse voice came through the window grille: "Impossible. ”

Who?

Wang Hong looked up vigilantly. The scholar had already jumped up, but unfortunately the window grille was too high, and he stood up straight, and he could see a one-person-high black wall when he looked up. The damp stone walls are particularly smooth and cannot be climbed anyway.

"Are you dexterous?" asked in a deep voice.

It's Xie Junhe, it won't be wrong, Wang Hong won't admit it, this voice made people grit their teeth for a while.

"Nonsense! When can you speak human words?" the scholar replied.

"I'll come when I go. Outside there was silence for a moment, and there was no sound of footsteps or any talk.

"This kid—" Wang Hong shook his head and smiled slightly. I think that's the case, Tang Yao's people, how many of them can play Xie Junhe, but I don't know what this ruffian is having. Suddenly understand why Chu Tao values this short-tempered guy so much, his biggest advantage is that no matter what the danger is, he will stand in front of you without even saying hello.

"What do you mean?" the scholar asked Wang Hong.

"Wait. Wang Hong was still sitting in the corner. Xie Junhe said that there was nothing that he couldn't do.

The wait in the dark was extraordinarily long. It was so quiet that you could only hear the chirping of autumn insects in the cracks in the wall.